Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.